Claimed

Breathlessly, Kelsey cried, “James, please, James! Whatever you’re doing, you have to stop. This is crazy. I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

But did she know that? Kelsey tried to jerk out of his tight hold, but he was strong, much stronger than she would have thought. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing. Please,” she entreated, “I promise I won’t call the police if you’ll just—”

“The police?” James’ face was a mask of incredulous anger. “How dare you? After all we’ve been through together! You have no idea…” He pressed his lips together and angrily shook his head.

“What, don’t tell me you’d rather be with that prick, Fowler Chandler, is that it? Don’t think I don’t know about him, and Steve and Frank, too. What other poor slobs have you been leading on? How many other hearts have you casually stepped on and ground into the dirt?” His grip tightened on her arms. “Well, you picked the wrong person this time, you bitch!”

“James!” Shock and panic bloomed into stark terror as James jerked her along through his kitchen and into the living room. He threw her roughly onto a sofa. Her other shoe fell to the carpet. Kelsey tried to slide from the sofa to the floor with an idea of scuttling away from him, but he was too fast for her.

He fell on top of her, one strong hand closing over her throat. He squeezed hard and she began to choke. She clawed at his hand with both of hers, but it was like pulling against iron. “James! No!” she tried to gasp, but it only came out as a squeak. She felt a steady, throbbing pressure building behind her face and her lungs ached for oxygen. Was she going to die like this? Why? Why, why, why was this happening?

James released his grip just enough for her to draw a tremulous breath of air into her burning lungs, but he kept his hand around her throat. He unbuckled his pants with the other and pulled his cock out of his underwear. A new spurt of adrenaline hurtled through Kelsey as she realized what he must be intending, and she jerked and twisted hard in the man’s grip.

She brought one knee up hard into his groin. He grunted and fell away, giving her the chance to roll from the sofa. As she struggled to get to her feet, he fell on her again, this time flattening her on the carpet with the full weight of his body.

“You bitch!” he snarled.

Kelsey started to scream, but her cries were cut off abruptly by a hard hand clamping over her mouth and nose. James loomed over her, his eyes wild, spittle on his lips. “Shut up,” he hissed. “Shut the fuck up! You asked for this. You know you did. It could have been wonderful. We could have had it all.” His voice cracked and tears filled his eyes, but then his gaze hardened once more.

He kept her pinned beneath him as he jerked her skirt upward and ripped down her pantyhose and underwear. She struggled hard beneath him and managed to dislodge his hand from her mouth. Again operating off pure instinct, she closed her teeth on the side of his hand and bit down as hard as she could.

James shouted, “Damn it to hell!”

He backhanded her hard across the face and Kelsey gasped in shock and pain. Then he was on her again, pushing his hard, thick cock between her legs. His shaft was like a knife plunging into her and Kelsey screamed. James cut off her cries with his hand, which clamped again over her mouth and nose.

He groaned as he pushed deep inside her. “I didn’t want it like this, Kelsey,” he gasped into her ear. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He pummeled her, his cock like a steel rod thrusting inside her. “This is your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Oh, god!” He stiffened suddenly and then jerked spasmodically for several long, painful seconds inside her.

Finally his hand loosened from her face and Kelsey was able to turn her head to the side. She gasped beneath the man’s deadweight. The air seemed thick and sticky and she found it hard to draw a breath. She realized she was crying in hiccupping, gulping little sobs. She tried to bring her hands to her face, but they remained pinned beneath James’ heavy, inert body.

Finally he rolled away onto the carpet beside her. Though she still felt as if she were swimming through Jell-O, Kelsey tried to scoot away, but James caught her. He pulled her into his arms as he lifted himself into a sitting position. She tried to struggle against him with an idea to sprint from the room, but her rubbery limbs refused to cooperate.